#day6 scenario

[dearly-somber]

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

---

After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

[fallinnflower]

the witch & the nine-tailed fox - 2

young k x reader (kumiho!au, historical-fantasy!au, drama)

wc: 9k

tw: mentions of death and illness

a/n: hiiiii so it's been a while! i know i was talking about vampire bambam (and DPR Ian which lays the groundwork for that one and needs to be finished first... it's all still in the works i promise!) the original inspiration behind this sequel was "guard you," and now somehow this cute little part 2 has turned out to be longer than the first installment. thank you to everyone who still reads my work, it means so much to me. i hope you like this part 2 and if you're curious about my WIPs (i have so many. genuinely over 100 things in various states of incompletion.) feel free to ask!

"Younghyun-ah, Y/N-ah! Come in and eat now!" You both lift your heads at Eunji’s call, her voice ringing out over the valley that serves as your front lawn. 

"Coming!" you call back, hurriedly uprooting the last herb you'd spotted before straightening your back to look for Younghyun. 

You find him walking out of the woods, not disheveled in the slightest aside from the dirt on his hands. A wry smile curls across your lips as you swipe at your sweaty brow with the back of your hand, pushing stray hairs from your eyes. 

"What did you find?" you ask, peering around Younghyun's shoulder to see into his basket as you fall into step with him. He chuckles and nudges you with his elbow. 

"Focus on walking or you'll trip, Y/N-ah." You pout, pondering it for a moment before snatching the basket from his hands. In his surprise he doesn't manage to stop you, merely letting out a sigh as you rifle through it while walking. As you count the herbs under your breath, Younghyun's hand gently comes to rest on your elbow, guiding you around a hole in your path. 

"Thanks," you say, shooting him a quick smile before continuing with your count. He nods, keeping his eyes ahead and his hand on your elbow as you near Eunji's residence. The heat rises up on your cheeks when he doesn't pull away, and you press your lips together tightly to keep your smile concealed even though neither he nor Eunji are looking your way. 

Once you both get to the door, toeing your shoes off, Younghyun makes a beeline for where Eunji is hunched over the table. You watch fondly, looking up through your lashes while you bow your head and pretend to be counting herbs still, as he coaxes the utensils and dishes out of her hands, taking over for the old woman you both love dearly. It warms your heart to see the way Eunji fakes her exasperation with him but allows him to take over the task anyways. 

When you first brought Younghyun home, you'd been afraid of what everyone's reaction would be — Eunji included. However, despite his sharp features and often strange mannerisms, he instantly charmed all the villagers as he helped to administer the new medicine to them at your side. Eunji herself had been the one to suggest he remain in the hut, inviting him into the small family the two of you constituted. He had quickly slotted himself into your lives as though he belonged there, eager to make himself useful and far more adaptable than anyone could have expected. From gardening to cleaning and cooking, Younghyun managed to be good at everything and consistently in good spirits about even the most menial tasks. Eunji, recognizing his eagerness and potential, had begun teaching him how to make certain medicines and prepare materials for the two of you.

"Did you find enough?" Eunji asks, as the two of you make your way inside. 

"Yes, plenty," you reply, smiling. You set your basket aside and head towards where your mentor is busy cooking, inhaling deeply as you approach. Setting a hand on Eunji’s shoulder, you lean even closer to the cookware. "Ah, it smells so good!"

"Get away from there, you’ll get burned!" Eunji scolds you, gently pushing you back. With an exaggerated pout, you start to whine, but are interrupted by a light tug at your sleeve. 

"She’s right," Younghyun says. "You should be more careful." His expression, when you turn to look at him, is almost painfully earnest, his eyes filled with genuine concern as he looks at you. You can’t help but find it endearing.

"I know, I know. I’m sorry," you reply. "But even if I did get hurt, the two of you would nurse me back to health, wouldn’t you?" 

"Nurse you? I’m too old for that sort of thing, child," Eunji scoffs. "You should be the one nursing me, after all these years." You look to Younghyun, and he only offers your a half-hearted smile,

"I won’t be much help on my own." You let out an exaggerated sigh.

"I guess I have no choice then," you say. "I promise I’ll be more careful. Maybe."

Eunji swats at your shoulder once again, but you pay little mind to her scolding as you dissolve into laughter. Younghyun looks between the two of you, uncertain of whose side to take, and you bask in the warmth of the home you’ve made. 

It may be unconventional, but you don’t care. Everything feels just right.

Most evenings (when the weather is mild) find you and Younghyun outside and wandering — giving Eunji some much-needed solitude before the winter shuts you all in together. The late autumn chill is more brisk than biting, and so you find yourself (with Younghyun following your lead, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world) headed through the woods towards the crest of a hill where the view of the sunset is best. You stretch your arms up to the sky, loosening the tension in your spine before you take a seat on the grass. Younghyun carefully takes his place beside you, hands almost touching at your sides. 

"We’ll head back once the sun starts setting," you say, well aware of your companion’s tendency to worry for your safety. You turn to him with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, 

"That should give Eunji a long enough break, I think." Younghyun chuckles and leans back on his hands, and you silently admire his profile for a moment. Despite the spirit leaving him, he still looks very fox-like — his sharp features give him an otherworldly handsomeness that would intimidate you if you didn’t know how soft he really was. 

"You know her well," he muses. It feels more as though he’s thinking out loud than anything else, but you choose to reply, turning away before your stare becomes too obvious.

"Well, I’ve known her most of my life." 

"You’ve been with her a long time," Younghyun agrees, thinking back to what he already knows about your relationship. "She’s almost like your mother."

"Hm, in a way…" You trail off, gaze on the horizon. "She raised me, but Eunji is… more than family," you say resolutely, gaze trained on the almost-setting sun. You can feel Younghyun's eyes on you, but you don't mind it — you just don’t feel the need to return his gaze. Not when the sky is so lovely. 

"What's your family like?" he asks, softly. You let out a short, awkward laugh, reaching up to twist the end of your braid around your nervous fingers. 

"Oh," you start. "Well, I don't really know them that well. Not that we don't get along!" You turn to Younghyun to emphasize your point, 

"I still make time to see them whenever I'm in their village, but, you know, Eunji raised me. My family and I are more like friends."

"I always wondered how you ended up with Eunji," he says, words slow and thoughtful. "But I worried that it might be a painful story, because of your family."

"Oh, no, nothing like that," you reply with a wave of your hand. You draw your knees up to your chest and cross your arms atop them, resting your cheek there as your gaze becomes unfocused in the haze of memory. 

"When I was very young, it became clear to everyone that I was different from the other children. My parents were so worried that they brought me to Eunji, and she was the one who discovered I had magical abilities, just like her." A fond smile makes its way across your face, and Younghyun feels his chest tighten for just a moment. 

"Did Eunji take you on as an apprentice then?"

"No," you chuckle. "Eunji is an independent person, as I'm sure you've noticed. She encourages that in other people, so she didn't even offer to take me. Later, when my powers were manifesting even more strongly, my parents brought me to her again. Even then, Eunji wouldn’t teach me any magic unless I asked her — and it just happened that I admired her so much that I asked all the time for her to teach me things." You pause and turn your face back to Younghyun, smiling wistfully. 

"If I had told her I didn't want to learn any magic, she would have accepted that. She would have shown me how to keep it under control and then sent me right back to my parents. But I wanted this life, I chose it.

"So, Eunji is… she’s more than my mentor, too. She’s like a mother, and an aunt, and a sister, and a best friend. She’s been my protector and provider, and, more than anyone else in the world, she's made me who I am. Somehow, I think she knows everything about me, even more than I do." 

Younghyun watches as you turn your gaze back to the setting sun, your skin awash in golden-red light. The tender expression in your face is warmer than any sunlight, he thinks. Ever since your first meeting, he had felt you were something of a mystery — a force of nature in and of yourself — but as he came to know Eunji he felt he was coming to know you, as well. He often found himself searching for the answers to his questions about you in her, his inexperience leaving him unsure of how to ask you those questions outright. 

As he loses himself in the sight of you, he feels a surge of emotion run through him: first, his fondness for you, an ever-growing affection that both thrills and alarms him; and second, the cold, unsettling chill of his own inadequacy. Even sat as you are, looking so small and delicate, you seem as grounded and certain as a mountain, strong-willed and clear-minded. 

Sometimes, he thinks that he was only made a gumiho so that he could wait for you to come to him. 

As the twilight begins to settle in, he notices bemusedly that you've fallen asleep sitting beside him. He can't help but marvel at you, a girl unafraid to sleep in the open valley, the same girl who ascended the dangerous mountain peak alone to find him — and succeeded. 

Slowly, he stands and removes the shawl from his back, draping it across your shoulders before gently lifting you into his arms. You curl comfortably against his chest, cheek against his shoulder, and for a moment time seems to stand still as you take his breath away without even opening your eyes. You look so vulnerable, lightly clutching at the shawl in your sleep, and Younghyun feels (not for the first time) the sudden and overwhelming urge to protect you from any and all harm. It frightens him, almost, that he instinctively knows he would follow you to the ends of the earth, go any distance at all to ensure you never had to face any dangers or pains that you may have before he came into your life. It’s more than gratitude that keeps him close to you, when he could go anywhere in the world. It's the fledgling, stirring sensation in his chest when he looks your way that frightens and enthralls him that compels him to stay. 

Younghyun takes a deep breath of the evening air, forcing himself back to his senses before he turns away from the horizon in the direction of home, holding you gingerly, preciously, as he goes. 

A knock at the door interrupts the rhythmic grinding of herbs against stone, breaking you out of your almost meditative state. You glance out the window, seeing that the sun has not moved very high into the sky, and wonder who it could be so early. After all, your home is rather remote, so they must have set off while the sun was still lingering by the horizon. Before you can even set aside your work, Younghyun, who had once again been tending the fire (he does it often to keep Eunji from getting up and down so much — despite what she insists, you both hear the way her knees and back tend to crack at her slow movements), hurries to the door. Your hands remain still as you strain to listen to their conversation. 

"Are the healers here?" You hear, faintly, and you gently set aside your task and go around the corner to stand behind Younghyun. Over his shoulder you can see a man with a slight hunch, looking winded and drawn. You can’t help the concern that squeezes your heart as you look at the worried lines of his face. 

"Yes," you reply, stepping around so that he has a clearer view of you. "Would you like to come in? It’s quite cold outside." The man nods, releasing some of the tension from his shoulders as he bows his head. It only takes a brief look from you for Younghyun to agree and spring into action. 

"Follow me," Younghyun says, "I’ll brew some tea." As he guides your new guest into the central room, you head into the back where Eunji is preparing medicinal sachets. You gently tap your knuckles along the doorframe, causing the old woman to look over her shoulder at you.

"A visitor?" she asks. You nod,

"Younghyun is making him tea. He seemed like he was in a rush to get here." Eunji hums in acknowledgement, and as she slowly begins to rise from her seat you take half a step towards her, arms outstretched — she dismisses your offer of help before it even passes your lips. 

"I’m not some helpless old woman. Go see to our guest while I get my shawl." You can’t help but smile. You have no choice but to do what she says.

You find Younghyun and the man engaging in quiet conversation over cups of tea, and Younghyun hurries to pour a cup for you. No matter how often you told him not to, as he was technically a guest, he refused to allow you or Eunji to pour for yourselves, worried you might burn your hands somehow. You find it funny, and a bit endearing, considering the conditions he’s already seen you in — burnt fingertips are the least of your worries, most of the time. 

"My mentor will be joining us soon," you say, taking your seat at the small table. The man’s worried expression gives way to a relieved smile, though you can still see the concern darkening his eyes. 

"Thank you," he says. He opens his mouth to say something else, gaze directed at you, but is interrupted as Eunji enters the room. He stands, fully prepared to bow to him, and Eunji doesn’t hesitate to tell him to sit back down as she approaches the table. Despite being obviously surprised, he does as she says, and Younghyun pours the final cup of tea. Eunji takes a  prolonged moment to sit whilst you and Younghyun watch on with thinly veiled concern, adjusting her shawl around her shoulders. Finally, she looks across the table at the weary man,

"You seem to have come a long way." The man once again seems taken aback by Eunji’s brusqueness, but nods.

"Yes. Many of the children in our village have fallen ill, and we are worried about leaving them untreated with the winter weather approaching…"

"It’s a perilous time," Eunji agrees, dipping her chin. "How far is your village?" His eyes brighten at Eunji’s question.

"Just over an hour’s walk, so long as the weather holds." Eunji glances over at you, and you nod resolutely. The man had arrived before the noon hour — plenty of time to visit the village, assess the situation, and return to prepare treatments. Of course, it might take until the next day to finish the medicines and bring them, but you can’t help that. A small smile curves along Eunji’s lips.

"These children will accompany you," she says, still smiling. You want to retort that you aren’t a child any longer, just as Eunji proclaims she isn’t an old woman, but hold your tongue. The man scrambles onto his knees, bowing deeply,

"Thank you, thank you!" You rise from your seat, Younghyun doing the same.

"Please, sit up!" you implore, cheeks burning. "It’s our job to help, there’s no need for this!" Younghyun places a hand on your shoulder, leaning around you to speak to the man himself,

"Finish your tea. We’ll prepare our things and leave once you're done." He lifts his head, eyes wide, and his gaze flicks back to the teacup on the table as though he had forgotten it. 

"Ah, yes. Thank you." He returns to his seat, somewhat sheepish but clearly relieved, and you turn to Younghyun with a grateful smile. Such fervent displays of gratitude have always made you embarrassed, especially since your skills are still so lacking. Younghyun returns your smile with one of his own, gently squeezing your shoulder before dismissing himself to start packing. You cast one last glance at Eunji and the man, now conversing more casually, before going to get your own supplies. Uncertain of what exactly you’ll encounter, you pack the most common medicinal herbs — remedies for coughs and fevers, always necessary as the winter looms. Soon, the three of you have begun your trek across the valley and into the edges of the woods, walking carefully alongside a stream, conversation kept light and minimal.

You brace yourself as you near the village, hoping beyond hope that what ails the inhabitants will reveal itself to you. The thought of last winter tightens your throat, making it hard to breathe. Younghyun, noticing the change in your pace and pinched expression, reaches out to touch your arm. The warmth of his hand lifts the invisible weight off your chest.

"Are you alright?" he asks. You feel bad, for a moment, that you always seem to be making him worry. You offer him a reassuring smile.

"Yes," you reply. "Just... worried. I hope treating them will be straightforward." Younghyun’s lips press into a thin smile, almost like a grimace, no doubt thinking back to that cold, unforgiving mountain. Both of you try to shake the thoughts off as you press on.

As you pass the first traces of the village, you begin to feel a heaviness in the air. Even if the guide were to leave you, you would easily be able to find where they had gathered the sick — the energy is hard to ignore. It wafts towards and beckons you past curious and hopeful residents looking out into the street as you pass. Through a dark, gossamer veil of mist only your eyes can see, the building is revealed. As you near it you can hear coughs, but also a low buzzing hum, unnatural and uncomfortable.

You think back to your childhood, when you had asked your mother about that same sound when your older brother was sick, and she had only looked at you — confused, exasperated, concerned — and told you there was no such noise that she could hear. Eunji later told you that it was nature’s way of alerting you to imbalance when it couldn’t be readily seen. As you approach the building you pass off your pack to Younghyun, who remains just outside the entrance, watching you as you perform your preliminary analysis. Most of the patients are, as your guide had mentioned, children. Many of them are sleeping, huddled near one another for extra warmth, faces flushed with fever. You make your way to one corner of the room and kneel near a young teenager, half-awake, whose eyes flutter closed as your cold hand brushes their hair aside and makes contact with their forehead. You close your own eyes as well, willing the darkness behind your eyelids to reveal the answers.

Many times since you first discovered your ability, you had tried (in vain) to describe the way in which these answers were conveyed to you. Eunji, likewise, had difficulty. Something inside of you, something which resonated so deeply with the world around you, was simply able to identify the unnatural imbalance that was the illness and then lead you toward what was needed to restore the balance. It was a feeling more than a vision, though sometimes a faint image may come into your mind. One of the first things Eunji had ever taught you was to meditate and empty your mind as an invitation to the spirits that guided you to enter. Curious, you had asked if it was like possession, which Eunji had pondered before telling you that you were both right and wrong. As with most questions you had about your abilities, there were no straight or definitive answers, only a half-blind trust in the earth.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until it passes from your lips in a relieved sigh. Last winter is not repeating itself. You make your way to a few other patients throughout the room, verifying that the same illness reveals itself each time, and by the time you circle back around to the entryway you are able to smile genuinely at both Younghyun and the parents and guardians now gathered outside. 

"It appears to be a widespread cold," you report. You beckon Younghyun over with your pack, and after rooting around you find what you’re looking for.

"Doraji?" someone nearby asks as you unwrap the bundle, and you nod. 

"This is dried doraji, so you need to soak it in water. Just give them all a small piece. Tomorrow I’ll bring a stronger medicinal tea, but this should help to relieve the coughing for now. It’s bitter, so the children might only eat it cooked…" You find that you’re mostly speaking to yourself as people pass the small bundle of dried roots around, discussing who should be in charge of the process. Most of the villagers have encountered the bellflower before, but don’t have as many of its roots on hand as you and Eunji do, carefully  cultivated and dried in batches. When you get home, you’ll have to check and see if there are any fresh roots left — the fall harvest isn’t so far behind you that it’s impossible. 

As you make mental notes of what ingredients you’ll need to prepare for the tea, you methodically arrange everything back in your pack and affix it to your back once more. You and Younghyun bid the villagers goodbye, reiterating your instructions once more before heading towards home.

"Do we need to look for anything on our way?" Younghyun asks, and you take a moment to run through a mental inventory before you reply. You shake your head.

"Not unless you see late-season doraji blooming. We don’t need to go out of our way, we found plenty this fall." 

"And prepared it," Younghyun replies, a slight grimace on his face. You can’t help but to laugh when you remember how much he struggled to peel the roots, and the envy with which he watched Eunji’s hands easily working away. Eventually, she had sent him to work on something else, leaving him sulky for most of the afternoon. Somehow, he was even handsome when he pouted.

"You’ve gotten better at drying ingredients," you tease, and although he grumbles in irritation the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth betrays him. You feel remarkably lighter the longer you and Younghyun walk together, playfully bantering about his (lacking) medicinal skills and wondering what meal Eunji will be preparing when you return. There’s a warmth in your heart you can only attribute to Younghyun being in your life, and although you’ve never said it aloud you hope he knows just how much he does for you just being by your side. 

You rise purposefully alongside the sun, wasting no time in getting ready for your journey. While the trip to the village isn't long, the skies have looked troublesome since the evening before — the first storm of winter is approaching, and you can feel nature all around you settling in preparation. Normally, such reactions as these from the animals would keep you home, but you simply can't stay. Remembering the miserable faces of the sick you had visited with yesterday is enough to have you strapping your pack to your back with haste, moving for the door just as the sun has fully risen over the horizon. 

"You're still going?" You whip around, startled. You hadn't realized anyone else was awake, let alone out in the main room. Younghyun meets your gaze,  his expression marred with concern. 

"Of course," you say resolutely. "I have to." Your response only makes his brow furrow more deeply. 

"But the storm looks like it will start earlier than we thought…"

"I can't leave those people to suffer," you reply, voice more sharp than you had attended. Younghyun's winces, just slightly, and you avert your eyes in shame, softening your voice,

"I have to help them. I know that I can help them, so I have to go." 

You hear Younghyun sigh, but he doesn't say anything. The creaking of the floor lets you know that he's retreated from the room, and your stomach twists at the thought of leaving him mad at you — but your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of him approaching you once more. Before you can say anything, your vision is obscured by a shawl that he drapes around your shoulders despite the pack on your back. 

"At least bundle yourself up," he chides, his tone gentle. He carefully makes sure the shawl is wrapped securely around your shoulders, protecting your throat from the chill, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you. 

"I'm already wearing fur-lined clothes," you chuckle. "Look!" You hold one wrist out and peel back the edge of your arm warmer to reveal the plush white fur beneath. 

"Even the jeogori is lined," you add, patting the puffy sides of your skirt to prove that the fabric is puffy from the fur and not simply billowing around you. Younghyun's frown melts into a fond, if still concerned, smile at your antics. He reaches up and brushes a few strands of hair he had inadvertently pushed loose when draping the shawl over you back out of your face, the warmth of his hand lingering on your cheeks. 

He takes a step back and looks over your outfit once more, as if to assure himself that you truly are dressed for the impending weather, and you once again hold back a laugh. 

"You worry too much," you playfully scold, patting him on the shoulder. "The sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back. You'll take good care while I'm gone, right?" He presses his lips into a tight line, looking as though he wants to dissuade you from leaving — but his resigned sigh tells you he's realized those efforts will be futile. 

"Of course," he says. "So hurry back." You pull your hand off of him and move to the door before he can change his mind. 

"I will!" you chime, before stepping out into the morning chill.

Even as the breeze carries the scent of snow to you, the clouds hanging low and heavy, you push onward. It will be easy enough to distribute the medicine once you arrive, and so long as you’re home before nightfall everything should be fine. Nonetheless, your pace quickens without you even noticing, pulling your pack flat to your back. 

The villagers greet you with nervous gratitude, all the adults looking considerably exhausted, and are quick to usher you into warm buildings when they notice your windswept cheeks. As some of them bustle around, preparing tea and refreshments for you despite your protests, others help you to unload your pack.

“This is the tea. I tried to make it less bitter, since most of the children are affected,” you explain, laying the sachets of medicine out on a table. You remove a wooden spoon, the bowl narrower but deeper than one used for dining. “Use this to measure the dose. One scoop will suffice for small children, but adults should use two.” The adults around you murmur, and one eventually speaks up.

“Would you mind helping us with the first dose, Y/N-nim?” The use of the honorific momentarily stuns you, but nobody else seems bothered. Despite your many years under Eunji’s tutelage, you still feel yourself far too much of a novice to be deserving of such respect  — but to these people, who rely on you more as Eunji gets older, you imagine the lines are more blurred. 

Younghyun’s warnings about the weather echo in your head, but you find yourself agreeing. How could you leave these people in their time of need? What if the children are stubborn and need more coaxing, some gentle pressure from the ‘all-knowing witch’? 

Thankfully, most of the patients cooperate since their family matriarchs are present, though some are more stubborn. As the sun hangs in the afternoon sky you are ushered into someone’s residence for a light meal. Many of the village women gather around the room with you, taking a moment to relax after the prolonged brewing and portioning of medicinal tea. After eating a small portion, you pull out your extra herbs to measure more of the tea for the village, just in case. One of the women leans towards you as you do, a light smile playing at her lips.

"Y/N-nim, we’ve all been wondering — who is that man that came with you last time?" All eyes turn to you, the other conversations in the room halting. Their curiosity is far from unusual or unwarranted — every village Younghyun has accompanied you to has at least one person who raises the question, and plenty more who don’t ask but are clearly wondering too. After all, for so many years it's been only you and Eunji visiting these people unassisted. You barely glance up from your work at her question, a smile curving your lips. 

"I found him injured on the mountain," you say. Everyone knows the one, and the story of your journey, at this point. "He's been staying with us while he recuperates. He can't remember where he came from, or how he got on the mountain."

"Ah," the woman hums. She goes back to her own business as you continue tending to yours, almost laughing at the well-rehearsed story. At least it isn’t a complete lie, you muse, just a half-truth.

But the longer you sit, continuing your work, the more you start to think. Younghyun was living with the two of you as a means of getting used to human life again — it was never intended to be a permanent situation. Neither you nor Eunji had any intention of keeping Younghyun in your little shack in the valley if it wasn't where he wanted to be. Your hands falter for a moment before resuming their task purely from muscle memory, your heart sinking. If Younghyun were to tell you he wanted to leave…

You shake your head slightly. If Younghyun wants to leave, you should let him. You would let him — though the very thought makes your throat feel tight. You repeat it to yourself, a reprimand for your foolishness and selfishness. Younghyun deserves to do whatever he wants, even if it means leaving you. 

Eventually you decide you’ve made enough extra doses and should brew and distribute medicine to the remaining, most stubborn patients. Most of them are willful children who still have enough energy to argue despite their illness and were put off by the tea’s bitter smell, despite your best efforts to sweeten the mixture. Part of the reason for the afternoon break was so some of the village women could pull together something small and sweet for the children to eat after taking the medicine. With bits of dried fruit from various villagers’ homes now being presented alongside the tea, most of the children took the medicine (though still scrunching their noses at the bitterness) without much argument.

Some, however, required much more coaxing. In the end, it took you sitting amongst them and feeding into their misconception of you as a powerful, all-knowing witch alongside some bargaining with dried fruit to convince them. By the time you leave the village, you feel mentally exhausted and ready to collapse at home with Eunji and Younghyun. The clouds have sunk down over the mountaintops, heavy with snow — you smell the ice in the air and feel the stillness around you as all the other animals burrow away from the impending storm.

The snow begins to fall lightly, at first, but it sticks quickly to the frozen ground. You quicken your pace as the wind picks up. You know it’s no use; you can’t outrun the storm, so you’ll just have to push on. The tingling sensation in your hands, tucked deep into your fur-lined sleeves, warns you that conditions are going to get worse before they get better.  

Damn, you think, pulling your outermost shawl up over your nose as the storm howls. You really should have left the village sooner, but the children were so stubborn about taking their first doses of medicine. Thinking about it, you know you couldn’t have left without having assured yourself that all of them had taken it. You’re thankful it wasn’t the same plague as last winter, when you ventured up the mountain and made a deal with Younghyun but still couldn’t save everyone. The familiar shroud of guilt threatens to encompass your heart, the bitter wind blowing hard. Shaking your head, you burrow your chin and cheeks down into the shawl, trying to hide from the cold. Wisps of hair are pulled from behind your ears into view by the violent winds, and you squint through the snowflakes that cling to your lashes to be sure you're headed in the right direction before casting your gaze downward once more. As you continue plodding on, the crunching of your footsteps scarcely audible above the wails of the windswept winter trees, a voice suddenly cuts through the storm,

"Y/N!"

You lift your head and, for a moment, the wind stills. The snow is still falling, but through it you can see him approaching, and a smile creeps across your face. Seeing him like this, surrounded by snowflakes, reminds you of last winter — the first time you met Younghyun, up on the lonely mountain. Even the concern written in the creases of his brow look the same as they did the night he chose to reveal his true nature to you, to save you from the deathly chill. 

You lift your head and continue striding towards him with renewed vigor. The snow is just about at your ankles now, the frozen ground hard beneath your feet with each step. 

"Y/N!" he cries once you come more clearly into his line of sight. He looks relieved for a moment before running towards you, "Are you crazy?!" 

In a flurry he reaches out to pull your shawl further up your head, eyes flitting worriedly over your wind-whipped cheeks and frosty lashes. 

"I shouldn't have let you go alone," he grumbles, pulling the pack from your shoulders and slinging it over one of his own before you can protest. You hurry to follow him back to the hut, walking in his larger footsteps. 

"Then who would've helped Eunji prepare the house?" you ask, gently reminding him of your earlier conversation. You watch as his shoulders tense as though he's about to argue with you, but he lets out a sigh and ushers you into the house before him. Although you feel bad for worrying him, it does warm your heart to know that he stayed to help Eunji when you couldn't. 

Eunji, however, seems about as pleased with you and your decision as Younghyun — maybe even less. 

“That was foolish,” is all she says when you walk in the door. She barely casts a glance in your direction before turning back to the food still warm above the fire. You can tell she and Younghyun have already eaten just by the amount left, and the guilt resurges. 

"Sorry, Eunji…" you mutter, lowering your head like a scolded child. She only takes your food off the fire for you to eat, before rising slowly to her feet and shuffling off into her room. 

You eat accompanied only by the fire's crackle and glow, your own shadow cast long across the table from you as a stark reminder of your foolish decision. 

For hours after dinner you lie awake, unable to sleep. You listen to the howling wind outside and occasionally rise to your feet, walking to the far end of the room to be sure you can feel the ondol beneath the floor still warming it sufficiently. 

It's long into the night when you hear a faint melody, and you creep to your doorway to hear it better. 

It isn't Eunji, nor is it a song you recognize, yet the words fall easily from Younghyun's lips in a hushed tone, accompanied by the gentle scrape of him stoking the small fire in the agungi. No wonder the ondol seemed warmer than usual, you think to yourself, slowly creeping towards the source of the song. 

You watch from the shadowy corner as Younghyun tosses another piece of wood into the fire, dusting his hands off as he continues to sing. He glows golden in the firelight, and it's hard to believe that all traces of his former magic have left him — anyone seeing him would surely believe he had descended from the heavens that very day. 

As you listen to his voice, you try desperately to think of what song he may be singing, but none come to mind. Although it somehow sounds familiar, you know you've never heard it before.

Eventually, Younghyun stops singing, letting out a soft sigh as he holds his hands out towards the fire. Quietly, you step forward, but the slight creak of a board beneath your feet makes him turn. He doesn't look particularly surprised to see you, merely turning back to the flames as you go to take a seat beside him. 

"You have a wonderful voice," you say, finally. "What song was that?" He shakes his head. 

"I don't know the name. It's something my mother used to sing." His throat seems tight as he speaks, his words clipped and his expression stony. You stare at the side of his face, but he doesn't budge. Your nervous fingers pick at a loose thread you find on your clothes, and your eyes follow the pattern of the woodgrain until the shadows swallow them up. With great effort, you summon up the courage to speak,

"I'm sorry for upsetting you today. I didn't mean to make you mad." 

The smallness of your own voice makes you wince, and you're relieved that Younghyun doesn't look at you, as you couldn't possibly bring yourself to meet his eyes. 

"I'm not angry at you," he sighs, leaning back on his palms. "You just… you do things for other people without thinking of the consequences for yourself. It's like you think that nobody cares what will happen to you." 

You open your mouth to retort, but find no words to do so. After all, he isn't wrong — you've always thought of being a healer as your sole purpose in life. Regardless of how much you adored Eunji, you can still remember how it felt to be given away by your family, and how alien they seem to you at times. There's a part of you that's always believed you could never be part of a normal world, live a normal life, and as Younghyun's words sink in you realize that, maybe, you've been throwing yourself into being a selfless healer so wholeheartedly and recklessly to avoid the pain of facing what you perceive as a lonely future. 

Aside from Eunji and your family, you wonder sometimes if anyone else has ever cared about you for any reason other than you being a healer. And to avoid the thought you simply propelled yourself full-force into your sworn duty. Like anyone else, you wanted to matter, and healing was the only way you knew how to. 

Before you know it, your teardrops have begun to stain the floor by your knees. Younghyun notices and hurriedly pulls his sleeves down over his knuckles, gently pressing the backs of his fingers against your cheeks. 

"Don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry," he pleads, and you shake your head. 

"It isn't your fault," you reply, swallowing hard. "It's mine." Younghyun sighs, still gingerly drying your tear-stained cheeks. Even though you feel ashamed of your own childishness, you can’t bring yourself to stop him — or stop yourself from crying.

"You’re a good person," he intones, his voice as warm as the fire in the agungi, his eyes catching all the embers’ glow. "You care about other people, and there isn’t anything wrong with that. But you can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself. You don’t ever make yourself a priority, even when you should, so of course Eunji and I worry about you. Especially when you do reckless things, like go out alone in a snowstorm…" The hint of a smile curls at one corner of his mouth, and you let out a short, wet laugh.

"Yeah," you sniff. "I deserve that." You leave your hands in Younghyun’s, watching as he gently runs his thumbs across the ridges of your knuckles. Somehow, he had managed to halt your tears without you even noticing, and though you still feel ashamed of having disappointed Eunji you feel more apologetic than anything else now.

"Does that mean you forgive me, then?" you ask, looking up to meet his gaze. Younghyun’s eyes hold all the golden light and warmth in the world as they meet yours, a full smile curving his lips now. He reaches out to brush loose strands from your braid behind your ear, a pleasant shudder running through you as his fingertips ghost along the shell of your ear.

"Yes," he says. 

Then, unexpectedly, he gives the lobe of your ear a swift tug. You yelp and reach up to cover your ear, but it’s too late. Younghyun only continues to smile at you, though you can see the mischievous glint in his foxish eyes as you pout across from him.

"But only if you promise to be more careful from now on." You huff, but lower your hand from your ear and extend a pinky out to him.

"Okay, I promise." 

Your lovely, wonderful Younghyun links his pinky with yours securely, lifting them up to press the back of your pinky to his lips. You’re grateful for the warmth and glow of the agungi, blaming the flush in your cheeks on it as the two of you unlink your pinkies and bid each other goodnight.

Eunji doesn’t stay mad at you for long, as is her way, but it probably helps that you try to actively stay in her good graces. The snow has finally stopped after falling for two nights, and Younghyun wasup since dawn clearing small paths around the hut for you and Eunji. 

“Go get him,” Eunji says sharply. “He’s been out there too long. It’s too cold.” You can’t help but smile to yourself, setting aside your task as Eunji shuffles, muttering, to make tea for you all. Draping a shawl over your shoulders, you poke your head out the door. Your eyes find him immediately, the only figure amidst the snowdrifts and gray skies.

“Younghyun-ah,” you call, and he turns to face you. He raises a hand to wave, and you beckon him with your hand. “Eunji says it’s time to come in.” Without hesitation he starts walking towards you, the shovel he had been using resting on one shoulder. As he gets closer you see how red his nose and cheeks are and can’t help but pout; you take the shovel from him and push him into the hut, chiding him,

“Why didn’t you cover your face? Your nose must be frozen.” You shut the door behind you and immediately reach up to feel his nose and cheeks, cradling his face in your hands. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling, and you feel your face getting hot — you pinch his nose, hard, and before he can begin whining at you about it you take him by the shoulder and start pushing him towards the table where Eunji has set out the teacups. The old woman looks over her shoulder at the two of you, tutting when she sees Younghyun’s red face.

“You young people, you never take care of yourselves,” she scolds.

“That’s why we have you, Eunji!” you chirp, taking the shawl off your own shoulders to drape it over hers. She rolls her eyes at you but tugs the shawl a little tighter around her and can’t keep the smile off her face as she waves you off. Younghyun obediently takes a seat at the table, and you follow suit with Eunji right behind you. It had taken you a considerable amount of time as a child to get used to Eunji’s lack of adherence to tradition. She didn’t care who served who, or the order in which things were done — she had lived alone and away from society for so long that she simply did what was most efficient. As Eunji got older, she let you do more for her, but never everything. She let Younghyun do more, and though you know she’ll never admit it, it was clearly her attempt to make him feel more comfortable.

Sitting around the table, you can’t help but bask in the warmth of your home. You have never felt so happy, you think, as you do with these two people, whom you love most in the world.

With the snow still thick on the ground, there’s little to do other than stay inside and prepare ingredients for the impending ailments the season brings. Neither you nor Eunji have been summoned, and until more of the snow melts you can’t venture very far from your hut. 

Most of the day has passed with all of you inside, working away at various chores and tasks. You’ve turned to mending clothing, having finished grinding herbs, and after hours hunched over by the table you set aside your task and stand, needing to stretch. It’s sometime in the afternoon, 

“Y/N-ah,” Eunji says, beckoning you into her room. You make your way over, curious as to why she’s calling you into her bedroom instead of coming to the central room to speak to you. 

“Yes, Eunji?” She tugs at your sleeve, then pushes your shoulder down so your ear is level with her mouth,

“I’m going to make Younghyun a treat since he’s been here a whole year. Take him outside and stay out until our evening meal.” You barely hear her request, stuck on the fact that Younghyun has been here, with you, off the mountain for a year. Does that mean he’s adjusted enough to human life? Is he going to want to leave soon? Eunji releases your shoulder, and you bring yourself back to reality.

“I can do that,” you say, though your head is still spinning slightly. Eunji smiles at you and pats your shoulder.

“I knew I could count on you.” Her statement lightens your heart just slightly, enough for you to make your way into the common room and tap Younghyun’s shoulder. He lifts his gaze from his work, a slow attempt to perfectly peel some roots, and you smile,

“Eunji wants us to get out of the house so she can clean.” 

“Shouldn’t we help?” he asks, but he’s already setting aside his work and standing up. You shake your head.

“She’s very particular sometimes, you know that. She said we’d only get in her way.” Younghyun thankfully accepts your excuse and pulls on his extra winter layers alongside you as Eunji makes her way into the common room to shoo you both out.

It’s cold outside, but not unpleasant. The sun reflects almost blindingly off the snow in the valley, so you and Younghyun both begin walking towards the woods in search of some shade.

“It snowed so much this year,” you remark. 

“It’s still nothing like last year,” he replies, and when you turn to look at him you find his gaze on the familiar mountain peak in the distance. One whole year…

“You’re right,” you say. “That storm was particularly bad. The beginning of that winter… before you, it was awful. Everything felt so hopeless.” Younghyun laughs softly,

“That’s how every winter felt,” he says, “until you.” 

You don’t know what to say, a lump forming in your throat as thoughts continue to swirl in your mind about Younghyun leaving. It’s foolish, you think (you know) to be so concerned with something that may not even come to pass, or not soon at least, but you can’t help it. After only a year Younghyun has become such an integral part of your life that you can’t imagine not seeing him every day.

But it’s his choice, you remind yourself. Just like you had never wanted anyone to stand in the way of your decisions, you knew you could never stand in the way of his. 

The two of you walk in comfortable silence through the woods. Despite the snow, you both know your way through the trees almost by instinct, having walked all these paths through the other three seasons. The trees become sparser as you near the river that lies in the bowl of the valley. Once again you’ve found yourselves at the hilltop where you have the best view of the sunset, the late afternoon sun casting long stripes of shadow and golden light across the ground. The river runs shimmering down in the valley, thawed from the day’s sunshine. You stand beside Younghyun in your usual spot, the warmth of his body radiating onto you, and the lump forms in your throat again. Enough, you think, biting the inside of your cheek. I should just get it over with.

“Younghyun-ah, have you ever…” you press your lips together, taking a deep breath before trying again. “Is there somewhere you want to go, Younghyun-ah? You know Eunji and I — we would help you do anything. You’ve adjusted well to life off the mountain, so…” Again, you can’t seem to finish, and so you simply let the statement hang in the air, hoping that he’s able to understand your babbling. You can feel his gaze on you, but can’t bring yourself to lift your face. If you look at him, you might just lose your resolve and end up taking it all back, begging him not to go. You can see when he turns to you completely, his feet pointing towards yours and not the setting sun.

“Do you remember,” he starts, taking your hands in both of his. He runs his thumbs across your knuckles gently, sending shivers down your spine. “How you said you saw me grow old in your vision?” The statement catches you off guard enough that you look up, but he’s smiling down at your hands in his, his expression soft. 

“Yes,” you reply, voice barely a breath, but you know he hears you. He lifts his face, resolve painted into his sharp features, and you gaze into his eyes, dark as the new moon sky. 

“I want to see you grow old too, Y/N-ah.”

The tenderness in his voice renders you speechless, and though you know your feet are on the ground you feel as though your body has risen into the clouds, face warming as his stare continues to pierce you. 

“What…?” What does that mean? What do you mean by that? 

“I'm asking you to let me stay by your side,” he explains, squeezing your fingers gently. “Wherever you go, whatever you do, I don't mind — I just ask that it isn't without me.”

You could swear your heart stops beating, that the world altogether stops for a moment. Younghyun’s eyes never waver, earnest and sure, and the longer you hold his gaze the further you feel yourself falling into the depths of your devotion to him. As you hurtle towards the conclusion you had been fearful to voice for so long, you remind yourself to breathe, the air trembling in and out of your lungs. 

“Why?” Is all you manage to ask, your heart aching, pounding desperately in anticipation of whatever confession awaits you. 

Younghyun chuckles kindly, and the sight of his smile causes your own lips to curl, a salve to your anxiety. He runs his thumbs soothingly along the ridges of your knuckles. 

“Because,” he says, then lifts your hands to his mouth. He presses a soft kiss on each of them, sending butterflies soaring in your stomach, and looks up at you through his lashes with that smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. 

“You’re my destiny. I’ll do anything to stay by your side until the end.”

How could you ever say no to him? All you can manage is to nod, tears stinging your eyes, and Younghyun reaches up to wipe them away — just like before. His hands gently cup your cheeks, and you look into his eyes, the eyes that you love more than any others.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. You laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders,

“I thought you’d never ask.”

When the two of you return to the hut hand in hand, Eunji simply raises her eyebrows.

“Finally,” she says, before ushering you both inside from the cold evening air. “It only took a year. Congratulations, Younghyun.” She reaches up to ruffle his hair, and he bends down just slightly to oblige her, laughing all the while. 

As you all sit around the table filled with Eunji’s treats for Younghyun, you wonder what the future holds. Whatever comes, you think, you’re ready and willing to face it — with determination, and love, and magic — with Younghyun.

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❆ Whumpcember Day 6: "Please stop." ❆

Dasher's under a lot of pressure as the team's leader, and she has a panic attack.

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Dasher leans heavily against a tree, her breaths coming sharp and short. Her chest aches, tight like it’s being crushed in a vice. Her heart hammers in her chest so hard that she could swear it’s about to burst from her chest. Nearby she can hear the faint laughter of Donner, Comet, and Dancer chasing each other around, their skates scraping on smooth ice. 

She’s supposed to join them. This is supposed to be fun. But she just got finished talking with Santa and while the big man acted like everything is fine she can see through it and she knows he’s stressed, knows that it’s because the team can’t pull his sleigh anymore and what if Christmas doesn’t even happen this year and it’s all because of her team?

Dasher bites her lip hard, shaking the thought out of her head. She can’t focus on that right now, not when she’s supposed to be keeping an eye on her team and making sure that they don’t fall through the ice or get dismenbered by wolves or something. 

The voices of her friends sound distant, like they’re underwater, and Dasher’s chest aches.

Something’s wrong. This isn’t normal.

She stumbles back towards the village, making her way inside and heading for the infirmary. Donner, her unofficial second-in-command, can keep an eye on them. She needs to make sure she’s not having a heart attack. 

Dasher finds Cupid sitting at a desk in the infirmary, writing something on a long sheet of parchment. He looks up as Dasher enters, his expression jumping into one of concern.

“Dash? What’s wrong?”

Dasher tries to answer but no words come out - just a shallow gasp. She clutches at her chest, leaning heavily on the wall behind her.

Cupid is on his feet in an instant, guiding Dasher over to a cot and helping her fall onto it as her legs wobble dangerously. “Sit,” he commands gently. “What happened? Where does it hurt?”

Dasher shakes her head hard, still unable to piece together an answer. “I- I can’t- breathe-”

“What happened?” Cupid asks again, looking her over. He takes her pulse with two cold fingers on her wrist, his brow pinched with confusion.

“Nothing happened,” Dasher pants. “I just- can’t breathe- I’m dying.”

Frowning, Cupid continues to check her over. “You’re… You’re not dying, Dash.”

Dasher looks up at him sharply, disbelief written across her face. 

“I promise,” he reassures her, “you’re not dying. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

Dasher freezes at those words. “What? No,” she gasps, shaking her head again. “It’s not- it’s not just in my head…”

“It’s not just in your head,” Cupid agrees, his voice taking on a low, soothing tone. “Your body is having a very real reaction to a perceived theat. But you’re safe, Dash. You’re safe. Look at me.”

Dasher hesitates but forces herself to meet Cupid’s warm brown eyes. His gaze is grounding, steady, and for a moment it cuts through the haze of panic Dasher’s been lost in.

“Breathe with me,” Cupid says slowly. He demonstrates, taking even, exaggerated, breaths. “In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Match me.”

“I can’t,” Dasher says, still clutching her chest. “It’s too much. Please stop - I can’t-”

Cupid’s hand rests on her shoulder firmly. “You don’t have to be okay right now, but you do have to breathe. Just take it one breath at a time, okay? I promise you can do this.”

Dasher squeezes her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus on Cupid’s voice, on the slow pace of his breaths. It’s not easy at first, but she wills herself to copy him until her own breathing finally evens out and the fog finally clears.

Her voice shakes when she finally speaks. “I’m supposed to be better than this. I’m-”

“Don’t,” Cupid interrupts gently. “Don’t apologize. Being our leader doesn’t mean you have to be invincible all the time.”

Dasher lets out a broken, shaky laugh, wiping at her damp cheeks. “I’m falling apart. If the others see me like this…”

“They won’t. Not if you don’t let them. But Dash, I think maybe you should.”

Dasher glances up at Cupid, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Cupid nods. “You’re our leader. You’re always there for us when we need help, but we never see you struggle. It’s inspiring to see that someone as strong as you needs support too, y’know?”

Dasher nods, tears spilling freely, and when Cupid pulls her into a hug she doesn’t push him away.

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Impulsive

Pairing: Brian Kang x female reader

Genre: fluff / coffee shop au

Warnings: none

Word count: 1373

“What’s something you’ve never done before?”

Looking up from the toasted panini you were cutting in half, you frowned at your work friend Stacy. “What?”

Your other friend Zeke clapped his hands together and leaned forward. “Oooh! I like this concept. There’s plenty of things Y/N has never done.”

“Wasn’t this a generic question for us all?” you asked, slightly panicked at the way they were eying you now. You attempted a laugh. “What have you never done then?”

“I can’t think of anything,” Stacy responded with a shrug. “I’ve experimented with a lot of things.”

“So have I,” Zeke added on, shooting you a smirk. “Our Y/N here though…”

Looking between the pair, you gaped at them incredulously. “What? What about me?”

“Miss Routine that you are.”

“I’ve never seen you impulsive before. Everything is planned out, carefully thought about—”

“I like structure! And thinking about things before doing it means I save money and—”

“Eats the same panini every time we come here for lunch and grumbles when the table you like is taken. Face the facts, you do everything the same every time.”

You couldn’t refute it, looking down at your chicken cranberry panini, the same as you got last time you were here. You relaxed into the certainty of doing the same thing every time. You didn’t like surprises or change. Whatever you could keep the same in your daily and weekly rituals, you did.

It was out of habit, a necessity to your comfort levels.

Why were they pointing it out to you now?

Stacy cupped her chin in her palm. “Don’t you ever wish to do something out of the ordinary?”

“Not really, no.”

“Nothing major. That would be upsetting to you. But something different. Bold. Step out of the comfortable slipper life and stride through your day in heels or something,” Zeke suggested, animated as he imagined this strange version of yourself. You tried to follow his vision but soon scrunched up your nose.

“What’s the point?”

“You could be missing out on meeting someone new.”

Zeke nodded with a sly grin forming. “Or doing something about that crush of yours on Jason.”

“Ohhhh! Now there’s an idea.”

“No. No way!” you answered with a hasty shake of both your hands, warding off their merciless smiles. “Nuh-uh. I’m fine with it just being a healthy crush.”

“Of four years.”

“On a guy who’s never paid much attention to you.”

“Hey!” You held up the butter knife and pointed at them both, neither fazed at your choice of defence. “I didn’t know today was pick on Y/N day.”

“We’re not picking on you.”

Zeke reached out for your hand. “We want to see you shine. We love you, and we know routine means a lot to you. But you could do with shaking things up now and then.”

You didn’t want to admit his words stood out to you. Maybe you needed to just do something so entirely impulsive that you could hold up as a model for being capable of adapting to something out of the ordinary now and then. Glancing around the café you were eating lunch in, you caught the eye of another person seated across the shop from you. He smiled politely, and you looked at him, analysing.

He had to work in some type of professional position, given his neat green striped shirt and charcoal suit pants, the matching jacket folded over the adjacent chair. His dark hair was pushed away from his face, rich brown eyes now bemusedly catching your prolonged stare again. You blushed and darted your focus to the same-old sandwich you were eating at the same table, and suddenly were up on your feet before you acknowledged the reason.

“Did we push too far?” Stacy worried, glancing at your resolute stance, and over at Zeke who was equally at a loss. “We don’t mean to—”

“Never have I asked a stranger out in a random setting,” you told them before rounding the table and walking over.

Despite the amusement still etched in his handsome expression, you noticed the look of surprise in his eyes. “Hello?”

“Hi,” you said, holding out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Brian,” he responded on instinct, slipping a warm palm against yours. “Can I help you, Y/N?”

“Yes. You see, my friends were just informing me how dull I am, and that I never do anything unexpected.”

Brian looked over at the table behind you but you couldn’t divert your attention from the situation. If you lost your resolve now, you’d stumble over your words and make an embarrassment out of yourself. Heck, you probably already were, but you couldn’t stop for a second to allow the thought to brew. The stranger’s gaze slipped back to yours and he canted his head to the side. “It appears you have their attention piqued.”

“And yours?”

He smiled easily. “It’s not every day a woman approaches me and tells me they’re dull.”

“I did say that didn’t I,” you murmured, feeling your safety barriers descend.

“That said, I am intrigued by your stepping over here. If this is you doing the unexpected, what’s my role in this?”

“You’re hot.”

He had lifted the iced drink on the table to his mouth as you blurted that out and spluttered the mouthful. “You’re really not holding back with your honesty,” he observed, reaching for his napkin to mop it all up.

“This is why I don’t do impulsive things,” you groaned, reaching out to help clean the mess.

“I’m not put off,” he assured you, cracking a grin. “So, I’m hot?”

“Now you’re fishing for more compliments?”

“I’m not opposed to receiving them,” he told you with a flash of his teeth. You laughed and sat in the chair he gestured for you to take. “Level of attraction aside, what does my appearance mean?”

“I told them I’ve never tried to pick up someone randomly before.”

“That’s evident.”

You cringed. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how badly am I doing?”

“A solid six. I’ve had worse.”

You scrunched your nose up, looking at him again. “Worse than some lady telling you’re hot and making you choke on your drink?”

“It’s a memorable meeting, Y/N.”

“I can’t tell if memorable is a good thing or not.” Brian checked his watch after it beeped and then looked back at you, crestfallen. You sighed. “Time’s already up?”

“I have to get to a meeting in twenty minutes,” he confirmed, reaching for his jacket.

You stood on shaky legs, unsure if you were mortified or not. Despite doing everything awkwardly, he wasn’t shooting you pitying smiles, and you didn’t wish for the ground to open and swallow you whole. That had to mean something, right?

“Well, thank you for humouring me.”

“Can I humour you some more?” he wondered, pulling out his phone and holding it out. You glanced at it and then at him, watching his lips curling into another smile. “It was the hot compliment that hooked me.”

“Of course, it was,” you replied with a laugh as you put in your number. Brian tapped out something, and you vaguely heard your phone chime over at the other table.

“I’ll text you to see where we can take this impulsive meeting?” Brian asked, and you nodded, farewelling him dazedly before walking back to your friends and taking a seat.

“Holy shit.”

“I cannot believe you just approached him and told him he was hot!” Zeke exclaimed and you buried your face in your hands and let out another groan.

“Never am I doing that again,” you admitted, fishing out your phone as it chimed again.

You opened the message from the unknown number on your screen, sitting up as you read it.

Hey, this is Brian.

I think you’re hot too. Text me a time to see if we can handle this heat together.

“Oh my God,” you breathed with a chuckle, fingers tapping out a reply. That was incredibly lame.

It wasn’t my best work. But I think you did well with doing something impulsive, Y/N.

Sitting back in your chair, you smiled. Brian was right. It hadn’t been all that bad after all.

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[unmanageable-day]

days gone by | chapter 4

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summary. after a typical break-up, your cousin tried to set you up with his friend who happened to just broke up recently as well. after months, you knew it wouldn’t end well and the universe agreed, as suddenly he went m.i.a and it was easier for you to live being free and single. until one day he texted you again…

genre. social media!AU, fake dating!AU / angsty (still trying to find spots to add some fluff)

pairing. DAY6 Young K (Kang Younghyun) x female reader

[amelee23]

Ally | Optional Bias

Pairing: Optional Male Bias x Female Reader (but! the characters are drinking whiskey so both the bias and the reader must be of legal drinking age.)

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive (?)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Sharing whiskey from mouth to mouth, french kissing, they're way too in love with each other and everything is super poetically dramatic, they're super supporting and praise each other a lot, reader has nasty coworkers, nicknames like warrioress, queen, love, darling

Word count: 1.579

A/N: This was Kihyun brainrot (Monsta X) but I wrote it as optional bias so that everyone can enjoy it :) Let me know who you imagined in the story!

Light invaded the apartment as soon as the switch was hit. Throwing his suit jacket on the back of the couch, your man pulled his tie loose while heading straight to his high cupboard in the back of the kitchen. That's where he kept the whiskey.

"I wonder if they ever get tired of being so goddamn fake." Your anger was still aparent, turning your words cold and harsh.

"I cannot understand where people's priorities lie, honestly." He backed you up, his voice on the verge of achieving calmness, but not quite there yet. He was still irritated, and the two clear glasses clinked as he set them down on the low height table next to the couch. He opened the whiskey bottle and poured himself a shot, straight. A tiny sip was all it took for him to sigh, a hand running through his hair and leaving it messy on his forehead.

You were finally faced with such a great opportunity - you and your boyfriend had the opening to collaborate on a work project, putting your talents to great use and his just as much. It was something that left both of you sparkling with joy and excitement, but we all know life has it's ways to mess things up. Now you're sitting in his kitchen, angry and exhasperated because your workmates seem to be sabotaging you. Insulting your ideas, finding inexistent flaws in your work ethic and twisting your words until you were about to commit murder if your boyfriend didn't stop you. You've been mumbling, scheming with him the whole night, planning ahead of how to take the project back into your hands properly. He agreed with your every word, anger and stress consuming him just as much. He invited you to his place so that you two could unwind after the events and try to distract yourselves. Many people called you crazy, considering that you haven't dated him long, just a few months - but no man has ever made you feel this supported, this heard before. You went from friends to lovers specifically because you've never felt such a strong trust bond with anyone, and even if it turned out to doom you later - he felt worth the risk. That's what your heart said, damned be your mind.

You took a deep breath. It's okay, it's going to be okay. You're gonna make it through, gonna put things back on track. You believed in your power and his combined - the cruel ocean and the unstoppable wind mashing together in a tsunami, ready to swallow and drown any opposing structures.

Once your eyes landed on his, you couldn't part them. He was so raw, so disheveled, in the dim light coming all the way from the kitchen. His tie was barely hanging on to the white collar dress shirt, the first button undone to let the chill creep to his chest. One knee was risen on the couch, his wrist resting on it, fingers round his whiskey glass. He wasn't paying attention to you, looking down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. Absentmindedly, he raised the glass to his lips to take a sip, and that's when his eyes flicked up and found your shape across the room. He gulped shortly and smiled, his face warming up despite the piercing cold glare he had in his eyes seconds ago.

"I'm sorry, darling." He cooed sweetly. "Should I have poured you a glass too?" You smiled back at him, taking the necessary steps to reach him.

"No, yours will do." He rose an eyebrow at your answer, but the warmth never left his face. He was awfully curious, though. "Keep your mouth open." You told him, grabbing the whiskey glass from in between his legs. He had a questioning look on now, as he watched your every movement.

You took a large amount of whiskey in your mouth then laid the glass back on the table. It sure packed a punch, its sweet taste almost nauseating, you could feel the burn even if you never swallowed. You kept the whiskey in your mouth as you crawled over him - he helped you settle in his lap, your form towering over his, your lips just above his. Playful, his tongue darted to lick your lips, before he slightly parted his and allowed you to the same, the whiskey slipping into his mouth drop by drop. He moaned, and it was as if he was calling upon the angels, in such a sinful situation. The whiskey burned his tongue, his throat, as he swallowed against your mouth, and you did the same. It was strong, too strong, intoxicating you much more than a normal drink should; and it wasn't the alcohol's fault. You both wanted more, searching for remnants of that sweet taste on each other's tongues. But it wasn't rough or rushed, no, you somehow still had the patience to be slow and sensual, your taste buds both burning and exploding. Gently, you kissed the drop of liquid that escaped the corner of his lips, before it became burdensome due to stickiness. 

"Your kisses burn my throat, darling." He mused poetically, his eyes dazed but trying his best to look into your eyes, like he was hanging on the edge.

Something sparked inside of you, and suddenly your fingers were holding his face, the side of his neck, anything they could to pull him closer to your mouth, kissing him, but not gently. No, not anymore - now you were hungry, there was a fire in your soul, an ache only he could fix. He was hanging onto you for dear life, his fingers grasping at your hips. He wanted to pull you closer, but was there even a closer to pull you into? You were already living inside him, his mind, his heart, his soul. And god, he loved it when you ravished him, those moments when he forgets he wasn't yours ever since time began to exist. Because it feels right, it feels like that's actually how it is, how it always has been. He's yours.

You had no more air in you lungs when you pulled away, but you were both so happy. So, so happy to just breathe, foreheads glued to each other, warmth traveling every ounce of your bodies.

"I want this to last forever." He whispered to you, his lips moving close to your cheek, his breath tickling you.

"Sharing whiskey in the dim light?" You joked innocently, tipping his chin up with a finger, so he'd look straight into your eyes. Those eyes, they will be the end of him from the way they bewitch him.

"As much as I'd love to be drunk on you forever, no." He replied to your joke, a smirk creeping on both your faces. "This intensity. This alliance." He gave you the real answer, but this time he was quite solemn. "I never thought I'd ever feel so safe with another human being." It's like he's reading your mind. For a second, you ponder if you are even separate being to begin with. You were so eager to tell him you feel the exact same, but he kept talking and you didn't want to interrupt him. "God, I feel like I can win any goddamn fight life throws at me with you by my side." You caressed his face with your thumb, gifting him a look that could only be described as pure love. "And I'll be damned if I don't help you win every fight as well."

"You'll fight for me?" He hummed in response at your quiet voice, closing his eyes in delight at your gentle touches. But then, he reached out to also hold your face in his hands. You were a mess of tangled arms, but the moment was sincere.

"My love, my warrioress, my queen, you're so powerful."

It's not that you were going to argue, but part of it was also because of him. He was empowering you, the was giving wind behind your wings on a daily. You've been more powerful, invincible even, since he showed up in your life.

"I am?" You cooed, and he answered in a single breath, without thinking.

"Yes."

"How powerful?" You asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You were getting a little cocky from the praise, but he wasn't bothered. He pondered for a second, in search of the right words, but the smile he wore was fond.

"So powerful that anyone would have to be crazy to cross you." You laughed, memories of the messy evening flooding back to you. Maybe you were a little too harsh on your colleagues. Maybe. "So powerful that every day I yearn to become stronger and better myself, so that I can stand next to you as an ally and be deserving of your love and effort."

"You deserve it all, my love." You reassured him, caressing him, pecking his face softly.

"I want to be your ally forever." He repeated, and you nodded.

"Me too. I'd love that." He softly pulled you into his chest, and you melted in between his arms, your ears getting closer to the sound of his heartbeat, the melody of his love beating for you. He held you so close, so dear, and the safety of your presence allowed him to close his eyes, and behind his eyelids he dreamt of forever.

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[yoonguurt]

note: just because these groups are in the archive does not mean I’m not writing for them. it just means i’m not actively writing for them. any series planned for one of these groups will most likely be recast with a group i’m actively writing for or scrapped.

most works are 18+ (minors dni)

♤ - angst || ♡ - fluff || ♧ - smut

✍ - ongoing || ✗ - discontinued || ⎋ - hiatus || ✓ - completed

drabbles

☁ stages of jealousy || m.yoongi ♤

⤜ When your friend with benefits goes out with someone else, you make sure to find a way to bring him back to you; 788

☁ sick day || j.hoseok ♡

⤜ Your boyfriend takes care of you when you're sick; 791

☁ something new || m.yoongi ♧

⤜ You're needy and your boyfriend is more than willing to help; 990

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series

☁ world of darkness || ot8 ♧

⤜ a series of one shots featuring supernatual bts; --

oneshots

☁ taken || p.jaehyung ♧

⤜ a new boy in your mythology class seems to think he knows about the myths first hand; 6,521

drabbles

☁ territorial || k.jongin ♧

⤜ After running away from your pack and arranged marriage, the man you were supposed to marry comes to bring you back; 2,066

drabbles

☁ for the grade || i.jaebeom ♧

⤜ Being forced to work on an important project with the man you despise makes you rethink what you thought you knew; 5,506

☁ finally || m.tuan ♡

⤜ All you want is Mark, but you could never tell him that; 619

☁ heartbeat || k.yugyeom ♡

⤜ Being pregnant is not what you need right now, but your boyfriend won't let you worry alone; 809

☁ wild ride || i.jaebeom ♧

⤜ Teasing your boyfriend may not have been the best idea. Or maybe it had; 1,172

☁ welcome home || k.yugyeom ♧

⤜ You welcome your boyfriend home in the best way you know how; 647

drabbles

☁ tell me baby || l.hoseok ♤

☁ maybe one day || l.minhyuk ♤

⤜ Loving your best friend when he's gone all the time is hard on the heart; 381

⤜ Minhyuk finally gathers the courage to confess; 647

☁ mine || l.jooheon ♧

⤜ You get more than you bargained for when you make an attempt to see what your husband has been hiding; 2,083

reactions

☁ ghost hunting with monsta x

⤜ What it would be like to go ghost hunting with the boys; 382

series

☁ a familiar face || y.kihyun ♤

⤜ You meet a man who feels awfully familiar, but you've never seen him before. :: 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05

drabbles

☁ dance for me || m.lee ♧

⤜ You never expected taking dance lessons would lead to having the hot dance teacher's hand down your pants; 2,246

series

☁ quatervois || m.lee, n.yuta ♧

⤜ You've been with Mark for so long. Your best friend Yuta despises him. He swears he has a reason. :: 01 || 02

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[velvetydream]

Another question, are there even still Ahgase or MyDays that would be up for reading storys? I'd love to write for GOT7 or Day6 but idk if anyone even reads them anymore! :((

[day6source]

240601 day6_kisstheradio

💬 Dear Billie Eilish Young K's reply has arrived. 🥰 Reasons for Replying The Billie Eilish Dekira case 🚨 Sent to Young D and Dekira See Billie Eilish's Message Video ✨

[amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix]

there you'll be || day6 [psj]

Warnings: major character death, heavy angst(?)

I won't control you, but MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: Park Sungjin/(F) Reader, implied past Yoon Dowoon/(F) Reader

Plot: What if you only have today to say goodbye?

Genre: Established Relationship

I keep a part of you with me,

And everywhere I am, there you'll be

This was written 8-9ish years ago, and re-written and posted on ao3 3 years ago.

This concept came from my sister's dream, and she asked me to write it, and probably the main reason why i decided to have an ao3 account lmao

This was originally written with a different fandom and pairing and was supposed to be a part of this fic universe i wrote (but didn't finish). Re-written so it can be better, I guess (hope)??? but the concept is still the same with some major changes tho

Reposted here because there is a tragic lack of day6/reader fics uwu

anyway, all readers are appreciated! luvluv

🕛

6:00 – 7:00 a.m.

Y/N woke up to an irritating sound. It was this shrill beeping sound that made her want to hurl the object at the wall.

When she opened her eyes, she reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. "Shut up," she said, exhausted, and looked at the time. 6:00 am.

For an ordinary Saturday morning, six am is way too early. After dropping out of the university from her second course and running away with Sungjin, Y/N's life has changed; from the simplest things like her sleeping pattern to the biggest ones like missing her family. She wouldn't say she regrets it, she just wishes the situation was different.

Her usual weekends start at nine, and she always wakes up before Sungjin does. She would often be the one to go down to make breakfast for the two of them.

Sometimes though, when struck with an ahem inspiration, she would wake him with a lazy hand job—or a blowie, whichever she prefers—until he slightly shifts position and fist the bed covers. Slowly peppering his hips with kisses until Sungjin groans in annoyance to whichever is rousing him from his beloved, peaceful sleep. Y/N has to stifle her laughter because she knows just how grumpy he is when woken up 'too early', but how he won't be able to stay mad at her. He'd smile down at her and say in that sexy just-woke-up voice of his that he'd go back to sleep so Y/N can go ahead with what shennanigans she was trying to do.

Today though, that was not the case. She has to get up early because the local high school she volunteers at made a weekend program for writing and music. Every second Saturday, she would be facilitating two classes; a writing workshop in the morning, and the music sessions in the afternoon. Sometimes, she would take Sungjin with her, and he would teach the students how to play the guitar.

After switching the alarm off, Y/N got up and stretched her legs and arms, loving the way her joints popped as sleep from her muscles fade.

It's also during this time of the day, however, that she can't help but think of her life before this.

It has been five years. Y/N is sure her children doesn't recognize her anymore. After running away with the boyfriend of her ex-husband's twin brother, she's sure Dowoon would never let her be a part of their children's lives anymore, no matter how much he used to love her. Betrayal would definitely kill people.

Y/N padded sleepily to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After getting ready for the day, she went down to cook some breakfast for them. Before leaving the house, she decides to check on Sungjin and wake him up early for his doctor's appointment. He sleeps through the alarm, and might miss his appointment.

She opens the door to their room quietly and see Sungjin's still sleeping form on the bed. She gently shakes him, just enough to wake him up.

"Sungjin?" She shakes him again when he doesn't respond. "Babe? Wake up."

Sungjin hums, cracking an eye open. "I'd be going," she says with a soft smile.

"Hmf... don't you want me to go with you?" He asks sleepily as he rubs his eyes. Y/N shakes her head, running her fingers through his hair.

"It's fine. You have your appointment today with Dr. Park, remember? Wouldn't wanna miss that." Sungjin pouts, and she smiles. "I'll bring home that Kimchi stew you like."

"Yeah?" He smiles at her hopefully through bleary eyes.

"Yes. So get your lazy ass up now, or you'll have to rush again." She slaps his bum and kisses his lips before she stands up. "I'll be home early. Get up now, 'kay? Love you." She shuts the door to the bedroom just in time to hear the faint and almost muffled love you too from Sungjin.

She leaves the house minutes later, not helping the smile on her face. She thinks that at the end of the day, after all the heartbreaks and challenges they had to face, running away with him is always worth it.

9:40 am

Y/N gives the students their second writing exercise for the day. She walks around the room and smiles down at Charlie, one of her favorite students in the writing program. The kid is really talented in writing.

Y/N wonders fleetingly about her twins. She wonders if they will inherit their father's love for music books, or her love for long novels? She puts her arm around the other and smiles to herself. She wants to see her children badly and maybe, just maybe, have some with Sungjin in the future.

10:30 am

Y/N was just about to tell her students to take a 15-minute break when she heard a commotion outside. One of the teachers ran up to her classroom with panic in her eyes. Y/N immediately knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked.

"There's someone with a gun!" It took Y/N a minute to fully get that. "He's in the building. Send your students out."

She didn't need to be told twice. "Class, I need you to leave everything behind and quickly exit the room." She tried to keep her voice even so as not to alarm them. She didn't want them panicking, even though she felt like throwing up.

"Now!" She hoped her students can forgive her for raising her voice (she never does), but now's not the right time to think about that. Both teachers looked out while the students filed out of the room hurriedly.

"Did someone call 911?" she asked as the last student got out of the room. The other teacher's answer was cut short by the sound of gunfire, followed by screaming.

"Go, go, go!" Y/N yelled at the students as they all ran towards the direction of the stairs.

Y/N was nearing the stairs when pain blooms in her shoulder. She didn't dare look back as a second one hits her back, then her leg. That's when she lost her balance, and crumple to the ground face down. She heard more screaming as students ran for their lives before she felt the bullet to her neck, and she's—

12:00 pm

Y/N raises her head from the table with a gasp.

Disoriented, she looks around and blinks. She doesn't know she had been snoozing. Had she been snoozing? It feels like she had only blinked.

Huh.

She looks at the clock; 12:00 pm.

She hears the chatter of the students outside as she sees the essay exercises on her table. When she looks up, however, the classroom is a mess. The students' things are everywhere, and the chairs are all askew.

She remembers the panic and running, but nothing else. What happened after that?

She tries to recall as she flexes her head, pressing lightly at the pain in her neck. Not being able to come up with anything from her bizarre dream(?), she starts to clean up the mess.

1:08 pm

Y/N had successfully cleaned up the messy classroom by herself. She didn't notice that there were no students on the floor anymore. She slung her bag to her back and locked up the classroom.

It wasn't until she reached the second floor that she saw another soul. It was, however, a police officer.

What the...?

She walked towards the man, and called out to him.

"Excuse me?" He didn't seem to notice her. She called out to him again to no avail, the police turning his back on her.

"What the fuck?" Bothered, she continued down to the ground floor, where she saw more police officers.

She tried to talk to another police officer, but she was still ignored. She was getting frustrated and weirded out with each passing second. It's like they cannot see her. She didn't understand what's happening and felt her head spin, eyes prickling with tears of confusion.

She looked around, and finally, one person seemed to see her. The lady was looking straight at her. Relieved, Y/N walked towards her; she didn't know why, but she felt compelled to talk to her.

When she was close to the lady, she tripped a little on her own feet. She looked down and when she looked back up, the lady vanished.

"Looking for me?"

Y/N spun around to reveal the lady that had been staring at her.

"Yes..." Y/N said, torn between feeling embarrassed and confused. "But, you're there before. How...?"

The lady smiled at her. "You have more important questions to be answered, don't you think?" Y/N, who was dumbfounded, had just managed to nod.

"Come with me," the lady said. She turned around and started walking away, not waiting for Y/N to respond.

1:45 pm

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. She, or more accurately, her body, has been lying on a body bag in the quadrangle.

"B-but... h-how...?" She can only stammer in confusion.

This is just not possible. Y/N tries to breathe in and out to stop the spinning of her head, clutching her hands in each other.

She finally turns to the lady beside her, who is still staring at her lifeless body.

"You got killed," she answers Y/N's unspoken obvious question. "You're one of the last people he'd managed to kill before he was taken down by the police."

When the lady points at the bullet hole on her neck, a picture flashes through her mind.

Y/N remembers the pain through her shoulder, then her back and leg. Lastly, she remembers the blinding pain on her neck after falling to the ground.

After long minutes of disbelief, Y/N finds it in her to finally speak, her voice hoarse from the brimming emotions in her eyes. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

She badly wants to believe that maybe she was really just dreaming. Maybe this is all just a practical joke. By whom, she doesn't know.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Her companion just shakes her head. "I'm so sorry."

That was the last straw for Y/N. Tears pour from her eyes as her world comes crashing down and her dreams shatter. She falls to her knees as she sobs her heart out.

She isn't ready to die yet.

Maybe this is payback for everything she did, for everyone she killed.

Sungjin.

How is he supposed to move on? How is she supposed to move on?

"Sungjin." She sniffs. "Don't I even have the chance to say goodbye? I wanna say goodbye to him."

"You only have until before midnight," the lady says.

"Thank you," Y/N replies.

The lady just smiles at her sadly, her eyes telling her that she understands how she feels. She wonders briefly if they had been in the same situation. The lady vanishes right before her eyes, leaving Y/N with a broken heart.

2:50 pm

She looks for Sungjin at the clinic, but he was not there. She goes home and he was there, sleeping soundly on the sofa. His arm has a band-aid, for his tetanus jab.

Sungjin hates getting shots the most. Y/N knows he hates hospitals and injections, and has a big mistrust with the institution, and it makes her chest swell with love for him.

It makes her heart shatter, though. It's so hard to leave and say goodbye to someone you had forsaken your world for, especially when you're starting to think that everything is turning out fine. She was just starting to build her world with him, planning their future and thinking of having kids.

Sungjin looks so peaceful and beautiful, having no care in the world that Y/N just wants to frame this moment. She knows she can't, so she'll just watch over him for as long as she can. Maybe it will last longer than taking a picture, or maybe it can stop the time. If not, then she can at least keep this picture embedded in her mind before she disappears forever.

3:38 pm

Sungjin shifts from his position, rubbing his eyes and yawning on his hands. Y/N wipes her eyes with the back of her hand so he won't see the tears that had been steadily streaming down her face for the past hour. His eyes find her, and smiles that beautiful smile she fell in love with.

It sends her heart skidding on the floor, and to splinter a little more at the thought of leaving him. She bites her lip to keep the tears from falling further, and smiles back at him.

"Hey," she says, barely keeping her voice steady.

"Hey," Sungjin smiles at hear again, but his smile crumples when he takes in her bloodshot eyes and runny nose. He shoots up and engulfs her in a tight hug.

It was the wrong thing to do as Y/N loses it again, tears escaping down her cheeks. He rubs her back soothingly.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you okay?"

"I love you. Please never ever forget that," is all she can say.

"And I love you more." Sungjin pulls away and cups her face into his hands. "Now tell me what's wrong—and don't you try to lie. I know you so well."

She debates telling him because he deserves the truth, but she can't find the right words to say. "I'm fine," she sniffs and shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"You're definitely not okay." He pulls away and holds her arms. He frowns when he notices her body's dropped temperature. "Where have you been? You're awfully cold!"

"I'm fine. School's let out early." Y/N sits up straight and smiles, wiping at her tears. "Did you—have you seen the news?"

Y/N is nervous to ask that, but she has to know. She knows he would be shattered when he knows that he's talking to a ghost. Technically, Sungjin can still touch her, but she's already a ghost.

She also can't forgive herself for breaking their promise of forever.

"Not yet," Sungjin says. "I was so tired and sleepy so I had to go straight home. But we can turn on the TV anyw—"

"No!" Y/N grips his hand, cutting him short of turning on the TV. She looks close to tears again that he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"No." Y/N composes herself with a fake smile to appease the surprised features on his face. "I'm just asking. I'm sorry for yelling."

"You're acting weird," Sungjin says.

Y/N puts on her best I'm-okay face and smiles at him. "I'm okay. I just had a snooze at work and I had a bad dream."

I wish this was all just a bad dream.

"I just want to make sure you don't forget I love you, you know? Despite everything that happened to us." She looks down and smiles sadly. "I'm sorry I made you worry for nothing."

Sungjin pouts, but pulls her into another hug. "It's fine, babe. I just love you more and more every second because you're the only person who loved me truly, and never left me."

Y/N's heart can't get any more broken.

5:55 pm

For the past few hours, Y/N and Sungjin were just curled up on the loveseat. They were watching a sappy romcom that seemed to mock her in the face as it was about leaving a loved one behind and coming back for them. On the other hand, it's a good reason for her to cry her eyes out without raising suspicion, safe and snug under Sungjin's arms.

Too bad, the peace doesn't last forever.

7:40 pm

Y/N is currently waiting for Sungjin to come back. She originally opposed to the idea because she has a bad feeling about it, but he said that he needs to get some food (since Y/N forgot to bring home some). It has already been an hour since he went out, and the store was only a 15-minute walk—five if you use a car.

What is taking him so long?

8:20 pm - 9:45 pm

Y/N was just about to go looking for Sungjin when the front door opens and shuts with a slam. Next came the heavy footsteps that sounded urgent and almost running.

Y/N stands up and was about to see if it was him (who else would it be?), when he comes running into the living room. He was panting and has a disheveled appearance, eyes puffy with the evident tear-stained tracks in his face.

Shit.

"Sungjin...?" Y/N steps forward, but Sungjin steps backwards. "Babe...?"

"Who are you?" he asks as he tilts his head to the side, an incredulous, almost crazed look in his eyes.

"What?" she asks, knowing fully well what is going on. "It's me, Y/N! What kind of stupid sh—"

"You're NOT Y/N!" Sungjin almost yells. He walks towards her and shakes her by her shoulders. "Who are you? What did you do to her?"

"Babe, it's me!"

"No!" He lets go of her and walks to the other side of the room, his back against her. He turns around, and he has tears in his eyes. "You're not her."

"I am!" she cries out, but he refuses to listen. His mouth is curled in an angry sneer. "I know it sounds absurd, but I came back for you... to say goodbye."

"How can I believe that, huh?" he laughs, but there is no humor in his voice. "Ghosts are not real, whoever you are."

Oh.

"How can you expect me to believe what you were saying?" he asks, but she can't give him an answer. "Answer me!" he screams when she stays silent.

Y/N suddenly feels tired. Heartbroken.

"I love you," she says instead. She looks down at her hands, and see that she is starting to fade as time passes by.

Sungjin laughs a ruthless laugh, not noticing the change in her, and it breaks her heart even more. She can't find it in herself to cry, mainly because she's already cried out as heck, and it's not like it will change anything.

"Just stay away from me," Sungjin says, face taut with anger. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Y/N can only nod. She debates reaching out to touch him, but backs out at the last second. She leaves her coat by the door, and gets out into the cold night.

She's already cold, anyway.

11:15 pm

Y/N begins to think about how her life has been and thinks how far she'd come. She's pretty proud of herself for coming this far.

She would want to say goodbye to her kids and to Dowoon as well, but it's not like that's in the cards right now.

She looks at her wristwatch, the one Sungjin gifted her for her birthday.

11:15 pm.

Right, 45 minutes left.

It's funny how she can't cry anymore, probably because she's past the sixth stage of grief. She thinks she had already accepted that she will be gone by midnight, and crying makes no sense at this point. It's not like it'll bring her back, or bring Sungjin back.

Speaking of which, she looks to her left and there Sungjin is at the other side of the park. She's pretty sure he hasn't seen her yet, so she stands up and keep her head down.

She walks toward a more secluded part of the park, not risking a glance back at him. She doesn't want to fight with him again. She'd rather go quietly without an affair, than have a big blow up with Sungjin. After all, this what she's good at; running away.

"Y/N!"

Ah, shit.

Y/N tries to walk faster without seeming like she was running away from him. If she runs away, he'll know she heard him. Y/N walks on, chanting a nopenopenope in her head.

Nope, indeed.

Nearly there.

"Y/N, please," Sungjin says, sounding out of breath and too near. "Wait."

Just keep yourself together.

"Y/N!" Sungjin grabs her wrist, spinning her around.

Her gaze lands on her wrist, and she sees that she was fading away fast. She pulls her hand back to her fast, careful not to draw attention to it. Too late though, because Sungjin's eyes are drawn to it.

She pulls the sweater's sleeve to cover her wrist and clear her throat. "Yeah." She laughs awkwardly. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's true, then." Sungjin's face crumple. He looks younger, almost like a kid. "I was hoping it was just delirium from the shots."

She laughs quietly. "You don't get delirious from shots."

Silence.

Y/N takes a deep breath, and smiles like her heart's not on fire. "I'll be going."

"Where?" he asks in a small voice.

She shrugs. "Hell, maybe?"

That turns out to be the wrong thing to say, because Sungjin bursts into tears a few moments later.

No, no, no.

"I'm sorry," she says as she takes a step towards him. She suddenly stops, him asking her to stay away still ringing in her ears.

"I'm sorry," even though she doesn't know if she's saying sorry for the joke or for ruining his life. "Sorry."

"I was hoping—" he says as he hiccups, wiping at his tears. "I was hoping this was all just a practical joke."

Y/N smiles sadly, still keeping her distance. She badly wants to pull him into a hug, but she can't.

"Do you regret it?" she asks him after a minute of silence. He looks at her and it breaks her heart, but she just can't bear not knowing before leaving. "Do you regret choosing me?"

"No," he insists, shaking his head. "Never."

She nods with a small smile. Me, too.

"Thank you," she says. "That's all I need to know."

She turns toward the other side of the park, but he walks in front of her and blocks her way.

"Don't go," he begs almost desperately. He kneels in front of her and hugs her legs, still crying like a kid. "Please just take me with you."

"Sungjin..."

"Please," he cries harder. "Please please please."

Y/N unwraps his arms around her legs, and kneels with him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Please don't leave me," he cries on her sweater. "You're all I have."

11:55 pm

Five minutes.

They spent the last almost-hour talking and crying. They reminisced about everything, and Y/N apologized, mostly. Everything she failed to say, and failed to make him feel. She spared nothing.

She looks at her wristwatch. 11:55 pm.

Her hands are almost transparent at this point.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't able to keep my promise" she says, taking Sungjin's hand in hers. "I mean it when I said I love you, and I want you to be happy—"

"—I can't be," Sungjin replies. At least he had stopped crying, but it looks like he was about to again.

Three minutes.

"Close your eyes, babe." He does, and she kisses his lips one last time.

"I'm gonna miss you," she says. "I'll wait for you, okay?"

"I won't take long." Sungjin's voice is quivering.

One minute.

"I love you." Her skin starts to glow while she was speaking, her body flowing like ashes in the wind and drifting upwards.

"I love you, too," Sungjin says.

When he opens his eyes, he was alone on the park bench.

He stays there for a long time, wishing she heard him.

She did, and she carried his love with her to the dark skies.

fin

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Not me disappearing again, I’m sorry I haven’t really posted anything like I intended, I just started my job at the post office and holy hell, am I exhausted literally all the time. I am going to try to write today, even if it isn’t part 2 to Mistake, I want to publish SOMETHING soon.

[justkpopjokes]

SKZ + Day6 Uni Band AU

Ft. Stray Kids + Day6

Word Count: 2k of bullet points

jaesea: “Maybe best friend!Chan (skz) but like he invites u to be part of this new band he's making?”

A/N: Another old request lol. This fic practically wrote itself! So many details fell right into place, so there are a ton of references to the irl history of the groups which I might make a separate post explaining lol

PROLOGUE: DAY6

WELCOME TO JYP UNIVERSITYYYYYY it even rhymes :)

JYP Uni is mostly an arts university, so the students have their own student-run festival to celebrate everyone’s skills!!

A few years ago, there was a band called Day6 that grew in popularity due to performing at this festival on a whim

Sadly, one of these original performers left b/c he wanted to focus on studies

Then another guy quit the band after he graduated to focus on his job

So the remaining 4 members, Sungjin, Brian Younghyun, Wonpil, and Dowoon, decided to finish up their studies then go pro!!

However, due to studying, sometimes a person or 2 wasn’t able to make it to a performance

Either that or the song they wanted to perform wasn’t possible with only the 4 of them

Additionally, Sungjin and “Young K” decided to work full time after they graduated to save up for their Big Band Plans, which meant that they were often down a bass and guitar for on-campus events

To solve this, they decided to add some other people to the band temporarily!!

These new members were more like collaborators rather than official members

Wonpil and Dowoon would teach them the band’s existing songs, so for many of their fans at uni, it was like a special honour to get to perform with them

During his last year at uni, Dowoon was such a sweet but stressed mentor as the last original one left lmao

Imagine him going around trying to find lil underclassmen to fill in for performances

((ok but wow that would definitely lead him to have a lot of fans,,,, yknow,,, like in the Every Day6 MVs,,,))

After Dowoon graduated, the 4 main members of the band were reunited to go pro and focus on making music!! :’) A happy ending!!

I: 3RACHA

Now THOSE are the legends that Bang Chan has idolized ever since he got accepted into JYP Uni!

Bang Chan is a guy. A guy that happens to be really good at writing music (and guitar)

So his skill landed him the opportunity to perform with the legendary Day6!

(Dowoon and Wonpil had heard of Chan’s music during one of the student music festivals, so they called him up to fill in for Sungjin once)

But since all the original members have since graduated, Day6 isn’t a part of JYP Uni anymore

And thus a gap is left for a new band to rise into!!

With his knowledge gifted to him by Dowoon, Chan decides to start another band!!

He takes rhythm guitar and vocals, but he still needs others to, yknow, make it a band 🤔🤔🤔

lmao I would love to be recruited as a second guitarist, keyboardist, or drummer

The people who witnessed Chan’s performance w/Day6 are like “ooh he’s a good singer, maybe we should see what he does”

So his friends show off their skills to him and he eventually starts getting a band together!!

First he recruits 2 of his closest friends, Jisung and Changbin

I didn’t plan this but it makes so much sense that Chan filled in for Sungjin in the past because it meant he got really good at rhythm guitar

Which means Jisung plays lead guitar (and he does actually play guitar omg) with Changbin taking up drums

The trio performs together for the 1st time at the same music festival that Day6 started at!

They name themselves “3RACHA” after Jisung spilled Sriracha sauce on himself when they went out to lunch to plan for the event

Following their performance, they gain attention for their unique original songs!

Sadly, after about a year of 3RACHA uploading their music online, Changbin has to step back due to time conflicts

Although Changbin’s able to help write their songs, only Chan and Jisung would be performing live like they planned

Chan’s a little discouraged; he’s been trying for so long to get a crew together and is close to finishing up his time at uni

He doesn’t want to cancel their 2nd big performance, but it’ll be hard performing their songs as a duo

So he calls his friends, Day6!

Younghyun in particular had sort of adopted Chan after the latter filled in for Sungjin

So he gives Chan a pep talk and tells him to keep pushing through

As a solution, Younghyun suggests Chan do what Day6 did and give some newbies a chance to perform with 3racha like Day6 did with Chan

II: Srir4cha?

Inspired by his mentors, Chan decides to recruit a young man who enrolled into JYP Uni early: Jeongin!

Jeongin is an amazing singer, but Jisung’s a little confused at first since Chan usually does vocals

However, papa Chan encourages the youngin’ to work on his piano/keyboard skills so he can perform with that too

After a successful first practice to see if he’s a good match, they happily accept Jeongin onto the team!

They also just love to baby him lol he’s their golden child

Hyunjin, another student at JYP Uni, knows about the band that Chan is forming

Although he hears that they’re looking for new members, he doesn’t really want to audition, feeling like other people were better than him

Besides, he’s a dancer, not a musician. What’s he going to do?

However, Hyunjin is always practicing his dance routines in a studio on campus

And whenever it’s empty, he’ll sing to himself!

Chan hears Hyunjin singing and is like “hmmm interesting…”

And after witnessing Hyunjin’s stage presence during a dance performance, he’s like “okay that’s it he’s joining!!”

So Chan approaches Hyunjin and asks him to join the band, at least temporarily, for their next performance

Hyunjin: “??? But I don’t play an instrument??”

Bang Chan: “You dance, right? I’ll teach you drums; since you’re good with dancing on beat, it should be easier for you to pick up”

So Hyunjin learns drums with Chan (and occasionally Changbin’s) mentorship

It seems a little odd to Jisung/Changbin that Chan is just picking random kids who have little to no experience with instruments

Jisung especially is like 😒😒 about Hyunjin replacing Changbin, thinking Chan just brought him on the team because he’s handsome and can get them attention

But 3RACHA (currently a team of 4 and needing a new name) have unwavering faith in Chan’s good judgment

With Hyunjin working hard to catch up to the others and carry the beat, Jisung accepts that Hyunjin does belong on the team

Though they really are a ragtag team of stray kids that Chan pulled together

With a fresh lineup, they boys are able to perform at their 2nd major event under their new name: Stray Kids!!!

III: STRAY KIDS

After the event with Chan, Jisung, Jeongin, and Hyunjin (mirroring Day6 hehe), Changbin’s able to rejoin the band!

Hyunjin’s a little sad he won’t be performing with Stray Kids anymore

But Chan is ofc like “NO you’re one of us now!!” and offers him a permanent spot on the team

Hyunjin: “But what am I going to play now that Changbin’s back on drums?”

Bang Chan: “uhhhh well ok hold up we have some rearranging to do…”

With 5 people in the band now, they have a full house!

Yet they’re somehow still missing a bass guitar…

For their previous 2 performances, they had used a recording of a synth bass that Chan had thrown together with Jeongin’s help

But they kinda have to tackle this problem now

Jisung’s really good at lead guitar, Changbin’s the best at drums out of the 5 of them, and Jeongin already learned many tricks on keyboard

So either Chan or Hyunjin have to take up bass

Hyunjin isn’t super comfortable with learning a new instrument again (he just learned drums, after all)

So Chan—being the multi-talented man he is—takes up bass himself

(It’s not his forte, but it’ll do for now!)

Instead of playing rhythm guitar in Chan’s place, Hyunjin writes a couple songs of his own and takes up lead vocals for their 3rd performance!!

After that performance, a certain Kim Seungmin notices they’re down a rhythm guitarist…

Even though he’s majoring in vocal music, Seungmin decides to teach himself rhythm guitar in hopes that he can join the band

One day, when Seungmin is jamming out, a certain band leader walks in…

…and immediately tries to recruit him LMAO he’s kind of desperate

Now they’ve got a team of 6!

But Chan isn’t having a great time with bass lol rip

Chan, now working on a Master’s degree in Music, has less time for the band

He’s confident in taking more time off now that Hyunjin has taken up lead vocals (and the other members also sing for certain songs)

But the rest of the team is getting really excited to perform at an annual campus music festival which, frankly, Chan doesn’t have the time to practice for

After talking with the team, the consensus is that they really need a (proper) bassist

((LMAO that was like an unintentional pun like. They need an assist. But it’s a bassist LJKFDHLKJS sorry bad joke moving on))

IV: Full House

One of Hyunjin’s fellow dance classmates, Minho, auditions for fun in hopes he can help out

Minho’s part of a dance team that’s also performing at the festival, so he can't perform with them on stage (doesn’t have time to perfect it, basically)

But he knows a bit of bass guitar and offers to play during practices so they can hear the bass parts

Although he isn’t the greatest at it, he’s a good fill-in while Chan focuses on uni

That’s when their angel Felix comes in!!

Chan recognizes Felix from their high school choir, so he knows the kid has got a knack for performing music in there somewhere

So he asks Felix to learn bass for them as a permanent member

Since Chan and Minho are already not the greatest at bass, Felix struggles a bit to learn from them

He gets the hang of it, though, and quickly becomes an expert!

So let’s do a recap:

Bang Chan: vocals, songwriting, arrangement, mostly mia due to uni

Jisung: lead guitar

Jeongin: keyboard/synth

Changbin: drums

Hyunjin: lead vocals, songwriting

Seungmin: rhythm guitar

Felix: bass guitar

So what’s Minho up to?

Turns out, the guy is a natural at drums!! (For the same reason Hyunjin was)

So the crew, the kids, now at max capacity, take this opportunity to rotate which instrument they play for certain songs

With Minho on drums, Changbin’s able to take center stage and sing/rap some songs he wrote for himself

While Hyunjin occasionally switches over to keyboard so Jeongin can have some time in the spotlight to show off those stellar vocals

And they successfully rock their 4th performance at a concert on campus!

Needless to say, Papa Chan is super proud of them :’)) *wipes single tear*

V: Battle of the Bands

For their 5th and biggest appearance yet, the crew signs up for a city-wide Battle of the Bands

(Ahem, Kingdom: Legendary War)

Unfortunately, shortly after they sign up, Hyunjin has some personal issues to deal with and needs to take time off of the team

Needing a lead vocalist again, Chan returns to the band full-time!

He’s finishing up his master’s degree, but manages to make the time to practice

He has always been dedicated, you gotta give him that

They miss Hyunjin’s vocals, but Hyunjin is cheering for them from the sidelines!

AND THEY WIN FIRST PLACE WOOO!!! KINGS FR

With a win under their belt, the band performs together for the rest of the year with more attention than ever

They’re rocking with the big leagues now!

Before Chan graduates, the crew decides to organize one last performance with all 8 of them for their last uni music festival of the year

Chan does lead vocals with Hyunjin (a duet, if you will… Red Lights rock version *cough*)

Meanwhile Minho rotates between extra percussion or other smaller instruments (triangle, maracas, kazoo, harmonica, otamatone, whatever)

Their last performance goes out with a BANG (Chan) and is a huge success!!!

A certain group of alumni, Day6, come back to their old uni to watch lil Bang Channie all grown up with a band of his own :’)))

Even though Chan graduates soon after, he isn’t leaving the band!

No siree those are his kids hello

So the 8 of them work hard to become the next big boy band sensation all together, no matter how many instrument rotations it takes <3

[multiphandomunnies]

day6

reactions

s.o has a piercing/tattoo

crush is a cancer

crush is a pisces

child’s first word is “appa”

crush is a leo

crush is an aries

s.o is in a band

s.o has a big family

s.o writes poetry

gf is sensitive around her time of the month

gf is a solo artist

gf is a capricorn

buying a ring too small

imagines

jae

it wasn’t bad at all

the best news

giggles and candy canes

you’re an angel

sungjin

young k

cotton candy kisses

wonpil

i’m not sure

dowoon

didn’t expect this

not as planned

you never knew

[unmanageable-day]

Days gone by - MASTERLIST

summary. after a typical break-up, your cousin tried to set you up with his friend who happened to just broke up recently as well. after months, you knew it wouldn’t end well and the universe agreed, as suddenly he went m.i.a and it was easier for you to live being free and single. until one day he texted you again…

genre. social media!AU, fake dating!AU / angsty (still trying to find spots to add some fluff)

pairing. DAY6 Young K (Kang Younghyun) x female reader

status. on-going

Chapters.

1) is it a yes?

2) i have her

3) not a one-time

4) is this even right?

5) everything's good

...

[c0llisiion]

DAY 6 — CHOI SAN

★ npr, f!reader, virginity, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, slight possessive san— lmk if i missed any! ; W/C: 815

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day6 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

[ visuals for the first part <3 ]

“Omg- fuck- san…” you moaned out as San ate your virgin pussy. It was your very first time, and San has been waiting for this moment. He ate you out like a madman. Loud slurping and sloshing sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom. You gripped his hair tightly and pushed his face further into your cunny as he sucked on your sensitive clit. Hollowing his cheeks and taking the nub in his mouth. Your chest heaved and loud groans escaped your bruised lips from the make-out session prior. He kissed and sucked your nub, occasionally squeezing your tender breasts, taking you to cloud nine. “Baby… your pussy is so fucking good…so wet…” his hot breath fanned against your wet pussy. He spread your lips and started licking your clit, getting you wetter. “Fuck! San!” You moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs closing around his head. He groaned against your heat, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. “Mine… all mine…” you nodded at his words and arched your back as you felt his fingers in your warm walls. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your bottom lips as he drove his thick fingers in and out of your pussy as he sucked on your clit, your arousal dripping down his wrist. You squirmed and whined. Thighs shaking at the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. 

San looked up at you, watching your state. “You close, doll?” He asks in between licks. You nodded incoherently when suddenly you felt him pull away, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. “Dont worry… you will get something better..” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, and that's when you felt something heavy land on your folds. You look down to see his heavy cock sliding in between your folds, the skin glistening in your slick, and the round tip had his precum peaking out. You groaned at the sight; the way he glided his dick on your slit was turning you on even more. “Spread wider, baby..” he said softly, pushing your thighs open wider. His tip pushed into your hole, testing the waters. You moaned softly as he continued inching forward slowly. He leaned forward, trapping you in between his arms. “You let me know if it hurts, okay?” You nodded and held onto his shoulders for stability. Half way in, and he pulled out before diving back in, helping you adjust to his size slowly. 

Your eyes were fixated on the way his cock disappeared inside your pussy. “Is it too much?” He asks, concerned. You shake your head. “You can keep going…” you say softly, and with that, he gently starts inching into you. His cock stretching out your virgin hole perfectly. You almost lost your breath as he filled you up. Your cunt fit snug around his length, like you were made for him. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you let out a choked-out moan as he filled you to the brim. San was another mess. He dropped his head on your shoulder as he fully entered you. The warm feeling of your pussy wrapped around his dick was too much. He breathed out shakily before looking up at you to see your reaction. He was pleased. He only saw pleasure in your face; your parted lips, your shut eyes, and furrowed eyebrows were all enough confirmation for him that you were in bliss. “Gonna stay like this okay? I want you to adjust first…” he said breathlessly, and you nodded. He picked himself and glanced at your abdomen, finding a prominent bulge in your lower belly. He smirked, “look at that baby… got you filled to the brim…” you glanced down and saw the bulge before grazing your fingers over it. 

Sans fingers found yours before pressed on it, making you moan and arch your back. He chuckled, “im gonna start moving okay? You tell me if it's too much..” He once again leans over your body before starting to pull out and push back in. His thrusts started slow but soon found a consistent pace. He gripped your hips and started fucking into you. “Fuck baby.. you feel so fucking good… damn…” he groaned. You were a moaning mess. The feeling of him pounding you was making you see stars. “You like that shit, baby? Yeah?” You nodded, your pussy gushing at each thrust. His hips picked up pace and started going harder. You writhed and squirmed and screamed out as he started toying with your clit again, the sensitive nub getting abused by sans fingers. 

Sans grip on your waist was bruising. “Mm… im gonna make you feel so good baby… fuck! You will only need me…” he leaned forward and groaned into your ears. You were in for an unforgettable night. 

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